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Long Weekend - Part 13 Mike took me through into the play room and told me to help him get the chems ready for the party later. We prepared drinks laced with GHB, bombs and lines of mcat and Kirk's mystery white powder, syringes and pipes loaded with crystal meth, and fresh bottles of poppers. We heard Carl on the phone in the bedroom making arrangements with lots of people, but I still had no idea who the 'group of fucked up bastards' were. I glanced at the clock and it was quarter to nine at night. Carl came through into the playroom and switched on the five flatscreen displays and chose a bareback movie for each one. I hadn't seen any of the scenes before; they were darker and had a more amateur feel, and the top were all much older men, many of whom were wearing leather harnesses and chaps. "Get ready to get fucked, the first guys will be here shortly, and no blindfold - I want you to see everything" instructed Carl. I downed a couple of the bombs with a GHB laced drink, did a couple of lines and lay back in the sex swing. Mike slammed me once in each arm causing me to cough hard, then secured my ankles in the straps. I took a couple of hits of poppers and waited. My head was spinning and my hole was as hungry as ever. A pool of precum gathered on my abs as the audio from the porn drove my horniness over the edge. I looked up as the first couple of guys walked into the playroom. They were both old and gaunt, their bodies were just skin covered skeletons with fat veins running over them and converging at their dripping cocks. There was no doubt that these guys were riddled with AIDS and hadn't ever seen a doctor. The first guy looked me up and down with his dark sunken eyes and let out a low moan. I took several deep huffs of poppers as his skeletal fingers with jagged nails explored my boycunt. The sharp invasion felt amazing and I was soon begging him for more. His companion walked to my side and slammed me with another hit of crystal meth before stuffing his semi-hard cock in my mouth. It tasted of old piss and stale cum but I was in some sort of perverted heaven. He cock quickly hardened and I was soon struggling to swallow it. The old man between my legs had stopped fingering me and held up hid blood stained hand for me to see. I nodded at him and he clenched his hand into a fist and punched it into my diseased hole. I continued to suck the other man's cock as he held the bottle of poppers under each nostril and took a couple of hits himself, causing the veins on his cock to swell further. I looked down as the old man between my legs pushed his poison cock into my hole next to his fist. A wave of pleasure and pain rose up as he stretched me and started long slow strokes in and out, alternating between his cock and his fist. "Pass me that dildo" he said to his companion, gesturing to a red ribbed one about 12 inches (30 cm) long on the shelf. He took it, spat on the end and, to my surprise, pushed it up his own arse before pulling it out covered in whatever loads he'd taken earlier, and pushed it against my already stretched hole. "Push out you dirty pig" he instructed as his mate rubbed a generous amount of crystal meth onto the cum-covered dildo. I pushed out as he forced the end of the dildo into my ruined arse, the crystal meth burning as it melted into my scratched insides. With three more thrusts most of the dildo was planted firmly in my burning greedy hole and he started fucking me faster and faste with his cock. His mate pinched his nipples hard and was telling him how much he wanted to seed me after him. This pushed the old man over the edge and soon he was blasting his high viral load into my guts. He pulled his cock and fist out, causing me to prolapse around the ribbed dildo. They swapped places so I could suck his poison cock clean and the second guy could fuck me. The second guy got between my legs and started pulling on my prolapse, pulling it out more until it was long enough to slide his whole cock into. He left the dildo in place and slid his spit-covered cock up next to it before fucking my blooming rosebud. It wasn't long before he too was groaning as he felt toxic cum in his balls churning and desperate to seed me. He told me to beg for it otherwise he;'d stop fucking me. I needed my hole to be filled and was in a drug-fuelled cum crazed state. "Breed me with your poz cock, give me your toxic load, fuck me up, ruin my cunt, ..." I begged and soon my wishes were fulfilled as he gave me my second AIDS load of the night. The two old men spat in my mouth and then left without a word, to be replaced by four leather-clad bikers. Mike and Carl, who had watched the whole thing from the fuck bench topped up my chems and sat back to enjoy the show.

Long Weekend - Part 12 ( I woke up to the sound of Carl and Mike getting home from work, it was late evening and I had been fast asleep for the whole day. My mouth was dry so I walked into the bathroom to get some water. Carl and Mike were changing out of their smart office clothes in the bedroom next door and walked into the en suite bathroom to join me. "You look rougher than you did this morning, if that's possible" laughed Carl, "What are you looking for?". "Water" I replied weakly. "Get on your knees then" said Carl as he winked at Mike. I knelt on the floor in front of them and opened my mouth as they both took aim and used me as a urinal. I gulped down their bitter piss greedily and licked the last drops from the tips of their cocks. I was drenched and they lifted me up and pushed me into the shower. I shivered violently as the cold and then hot water washed over my body and started to feel human again as they washed me. I towelled off and slipped into a red jockstrap with yellow stitching. Mike and Carl showered each other and were soon drying themselves off and putting on mesh basketball shorts. Carl's phone had flashed with messages several times and he quickly scanned their content before whispering into Mike's ear. Mike couldn't hide his evil grin as he glanced over at me and nodded in agreement. "Right" he said, "It's time to get you ready".

Very hot, it was a shame that they pulled out to cum in the boys' mouths but I appreciate a cummy kiss as much as the next cum slut.

You can host a sex party anywhere and people will come. I hosted one last year in a sleepy rural village in north Hampshire in England and 7 guys turned up to breed my ass. Not bad going for a village with a population of about 2000!

I can't wait for Part 5. So well written, great characters and a brilliant storyline. I wish my postman was a 20-something hung poz God.

Long Weekend - Part 12 (a) It was towards the end of my second week of living with Mike and Carl that I started to feel unwell. My temperature spiked and everything ached. Mike came into my room to see why I hadn't prepared breakfast on Thursday morning and found my lying in bed, shivering and covered in a cold sweat. "You look like shit", he said, "Welcome to the club". I looked up at him and smiled weakly. "I'll get you some orange juice, stay there", he instructed and I lay there shivering. When he returned with the cold orange juice I drank it quickly and it felt so good soothing my throat. "Show me your boy hole", said Carl, who had come through to see how I was coping with the fuck flu. I slowly got on all fours and showed them my hole. In addition to the normal red puffy appearance that was now normal, thick green discharge was slowly oozing out of it. They looked at each other and Carl remarked, "There's only one group of fucked up bastards that will want your hole now - I'll make some calls". I collapsed back on to the bed and Mike threw the sweat-soaked duvet back over me. "See you later slut" he said as he walked out the room.

Long Weekend - Part 11 I quickly settled into the routine of housework and shopping while the guys were in work and getting bred when they came home. It really was the ideal existence for a chemmed-up cum slut like me. They invited a group of friends over for the following weekend, about 12 guys in total. Mostly couples in their 30s and 40s but a few single guys too, one in his early 20s and two older guys in their late 50s. Carl entertained the guys downstairs with drinks and canapés whilst Mike got me ready in the playroom upstairs. We made sure that I was completely hairless except the hair on my head and strapped me to the fuckbench with my arms out to the sides, ready for slamming throughout the session. I had already taken a couple of big bombs and a booty bump of crystal meth and was flying high. Mike rigged up a gas mask for me with a steady stream of poppers and went downstairs to tell the guests that the parTy could get started. Carl and Mike stood either side of me on the fuck bench, each holding a syringe with a very generous dose of crystal meth ready to go. They put the tourniquets on my arms as the last of the guests filed into the playroom and formed a semicircle around me. Most were already tugging at their cocks as Carl started the countdown, the needles carefully positioned in my veins: 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... 0! Bam! They unloaded both points into me simultaneously and released the tourniquets. I coughed hard twice, causing my exposed hole to gape at the guests and a 40-year-old guy took no time in slamming his thick veiny cock straight into me. I took cock after cock, load after load, toys and fists in between. The weekend was a blur and I lost consciousness several times. By Sunday morning I had no idea who or where I was, my cunt had been completely destroyed, gaping and cum running freely out of it onto the floor. I had been moved from fuckbench to sling to floor. One couple had even lifted me up and carried me into their bedroom for a private session, that was relayed by video camera to the large flatscreens in the playroom for everyone to watch. Eventually the guests started to leave and Mike and Carl were left alone with me. Mike picked up my special toothbrush from the bathroom, applied a liberal dose of crystal meth, and started rubbing it into my guts. The hot rush filled my hole and I begged him to fuck me and breed me. He obliged, starting slowly and building up into a frenzied fuck, his massive cock pulling all the way out and slamming back into me. He fucked me like this for 20 minutes, waves of pleasure and pain shot through my body and I wanted more. He buried himself completely in my wrecked hole and grunted hard, shooting a weekends worth of cum deep into my guts. He collapsed on top of me, kissing me deeply, his cock still hard inside my hole. Slowly it went soft and slipped out of my worn out boy cunt. We showered together, all three of us, and for the first time they let me sleep in their bed between them.

One of the best stories on here, and so much potential.

Long Weekend – Part 10 I was dreaming about a bondage scene where I was tied up on a dirty mattress on the floor of a warehouse and guys in leather harnesses were coming at me from all angles, wanking their cocks and rubbing their large blobs of precum over my hole and fingering me with it. One of the men had covered my mouth and nose with his gloved hand and was suffocating me, telling me to be quiet as I struggled for air. I woke up with a start, gasping for air but not getting any. My mouth and nose were covered with a hand and it took me a few seconds to realise that it was Carl telling me to be quiet and to stop struggling. I looked around and saw him lying behind me in the bed, the fingers of his right hand were fingering my hole and his left hand was clamped over my face. I nodded slightly and he released his grip. “Stay still and perfectly quiet” he whispered into my right ear, “Mike is asleep and I want your hole to myself”. I relaxed and he passed me a bottle of poppers. I unscrewed the lid and took a couple of deep huffs as his fingers explored my hole and pulled out the tampon. “Your blood is the only lube you’re getting so you better get busy with those poppers”, he whispered. I took six deep huffs, sending my head into space and relaxing my hole for his pierced cock. I felt the cold of his heavy PA against my cunt, followed by the pressure of his big head. It slid in and he pressed against me, holding me tight as inch after inch slid up inside me. “Fuck, your dirty little boy cunt feels so good”, he moaned as he started to slowly fuck me. I reached down between my legs and started playing with his huge bull balls, gently pulling on them as he fucked me. “Squeeze my balls and pull on them harder”, he told me so I adjusted my grip and took his balls in my fist and pulled. His cock thickened and hardened almost immediately and was followed by the sensation of fresh poz precum oozing out of his cock and rubbing against the bleeding walls of my cunt. His strokes were still long and slow but his breathing was deeper and more ragged; he was getting close. I turned my head and looked straight into his dark eyes. “Breed me, my cunt is yours”, I whispered and this took him over the edge, he pulled out, shot his toxic load all over my hole and fucked it back into me. “69”, he said as he pulled his cummy bloody cock out of my freshly bred hole. I sucked him clean as he rimmed my hole. Then, as quickly and as quietly as he arrived, he was gone. I crept through into the playroom and took a medium-sized buttplug and sat on it to keep his precious seed inside. I went back to sleep and returned to my dream of leather-clad men about to gang rape me.

Long Weekend – Part 9 I lay there, blindfolded, for what felt like an eternity with only the sound of the porn playing on the screens for company. My arse ached from all the cocks, toys and fists that had smashed it over the past three days. I put my hand between my legs and felt the rough puffy edges of my hole, slick with cum and lube. My rosebud had gone back inside me but my hole still gaped and I could touch my extremely sensitive pink flesh. I lay back and licked my fingers. I was starting to come down from the cocktail of drugs that I had taken and I was feeling pretty rough – I had never partied so hard in my life and I didn’t know what, or who, would happen next. My bladder was painfully full and I assumed that Carl and Mike would prefer me to use the bathroom instead of pissing myself and making a mess in the playroom. I struggled out of the sling and walked into the en suite and took a long slow piss and the relief washed over me. “4 hours and 27 minutes”, Mike said behind me, making me jump and piss on my foot. I looked around and he was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, smiling. “You scared me”, I replied, “I didn’t even hear you”. He looked me up and down and absent-mindedly played with his cock through his shorts. “We’re impressed boy, you tell most guys not to move and they can’t stay still for more than quarter of an hour, you managed 4 hours and 27 minutes. We like that” said Carl, appearing over Mike’s shoulder. I finished pissing, cleaned my foot and flushed the toilet. “Jump in the shower and we’ll wash you” suggested Mike. I nodded and took off the dirty jockstrap as they started the water. I stepped into the luxuriously large shower, with a large showerhead above and several jets coming out of one of the walls. The warm water felt amazing and they took large handfuls of sweet smelling shower gels and shampoo and washed me all over. “Face the wall so we can do your best bit” said Carl. I turned around and stuck my arse at them and held my cheeks apart with my hands. “Good boy” said Carl, “let’s get you freshened up in there” as Mike passed him a toothbrush with some toothpaste on and lightly ran into around my puffy hole. The tingle of the mint with the tickle of the bristles made me stand on tiptoes and I heard the two men chuckle behind me. Then, gently at first, Carl pushed the toothbrush up into my cunt and started fucking my with it, sending waves of pain up inside me. I looked down and saw a few spots of blood washed away by the water, followed by a steady stream. “That’s enough”, said Mike, and Carl pulled the toothbrush out of my hole and showed it to me. The bristles were bright red with blood and then tip had been sharpened to a point. “Brush your teeth”, instructed Carl as he passed me the toothbrush and the tube of toothpaste. I complied, glad to change the taste of stale cum for mint. “All done”, said Mike as he switched off the water and passed me a large towel. I took it from him and started drying my hair. Once I was dry Carl told me to bend over in front of him. I was expecting to get fucked again but instead he slid a tampon into my hole and said, “Stops your boy pussy bleeding everywhere”. I felt utterly degraded as they sent me to bed. They had work in the city in the morning and I was going to have to learn quickly what the duties of a houseboy are.

Cheers submissivebottom74, I'll see what I can do ;-)

Thank you everyone for the positive feedback. I'll be writing Part 9 soon. Any requests?

Great story, I'm so hard reading it. My ex used to invite guys over to breed my hole but I was always blindfolded and we NEVER asked status. Please write more!